Young Writers Society

(Note: Read this in the context of Juno or Superbad). I stroll into the crowded college office and set my lanyard down on the edge of the assistant’s desk. He ...

Trey. Is silly. _____ Everything is easy. It is as if the whole world fits into my head, with still space left over. And it’s not just the world fitting ...

Sepia is what I hope would wash my world A touch of surreal romance But sitting in the corner of my grey room I see no place where the sun ...

This came from my PoWriMo thread, so don't fret if you've seen it before. ^_^ ___ Where flames met the earth, you put your hands to the ground and watched ...

Imagine you and I go back in time to see life through a child’s eye, Climb onto a little blue kite and sail into the big clear sky, Gaze down ...

Prologue The blade pierced into my chest shedding a thousand crimson teardrops onto the ground. As the sounds of screams echoed through out the empty room, I wondered: Had it ...

Memories so soon It seemed like it would be an average day, waking up, getting dressed, the same routine every morning. But fate had other plans for us. I woke ...

Hello dear reader. Got here some poem I wrote a year ago, praising the wonderful entity of the Great Holy One. It's from the love and fire burning for Him. ...

Author's Note: Thank you for reading, please enjoy it. ================= Chapter Five – First of Four Tales, Part II - Preparations The bells of the church began to ring out, ...

Time to move on Its finally over I cant believe I can finally breath Again Time changes everything Our love did fade Along with the feelings I felt and I ...

Alright, I need to know a few things, 1. Does this seem thrown together? 2. Does it seem to go 'off track'? 3. How is it? Crits welcome! I look ...

An overwhelming feeling, taking over your mind; decisions may be tough. Wondering, repenting, apologizing a gnawing pain growing; lasting forever. So it seems, hard to forget, though the feeling begin

Scrape, scrape, scrape. The sound of a carver sharpening his knife weaving in with the tap, tap, tap, of his worn out, well traveled, shoes sitting flat on the squeaky ...

Something a little quirky. From a male point of view too. Oh my. Completely different to my usual stuff. Keep comments coming. It's been a year and time has come, ...

This chapter is kind of long. I'm sorry it took so long to write; I've had a bit of personal things happening. But here it is! Chapter 3: The First ...